Amidst Hurricanes, the Hurt, and the Hungry: A Plea For Prophets in Perilous Times

Isaiah…

Where can I find you?

Among the poor who sit in their houses during hurricanes?

Or among the penitent

Whose mouths are empty

And whose hearts are vacant sanctuaries emptied by their own disdain?

Are you listening to Philando Castile’s cries?

Or standing by the unnamed Rohingya child’s side?

Or are you ascending the ladder to the most High?

Did you forget the Earth’s famished during your climb?

We must not be undone by our chains.

Suffocated by the cords of our own lives.

Immune to the call of the world’s pain.

We can be like Jacob

Who stole the blessing

Who entered the land.

Or we can search for Isaiah.

Who cursed our fasting.

Who lived among exiles.

Who raised up others and

Thereby restored our People’s “age old foundation.”

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